The car wash

You pull your eyes away from Julia's lush flesh, seeing that there are six girls in bikinis and flip flops, preening and giggling as they prepare for their practise car wash. Why anyone would need to practise washing a car is beyond you, and you realise that Lorri and Donna's prediction that the girls just wanted an excuse to show off is entirely accurate.

Millie Wolcott wears a scarlet bikini, the bottom no more than a thong, the string disappearing between the ripe cheeks of her ass, leaving little to the imagination. As predicted, she slides a hand down and adjusts it as she glances at you, her sweet bubble butt bouncing as she does.

"See what I mean," Lorri chuckles. "That girl knows what her booty does, and loves to demonstrate it."

You give a murmur of agreement, noting that Dallas Hunt is somewhat more conservatively dressed, her emerald green bikini fitting her lithe body well, but not displaying as much tit and ass flesh as her two friends. Nonetheless, her sleek tanned body looks utterly delicious and you find yourself thinking of Margot's words about you 'tutoring' her brains out after you watch this display, and feel your cock give a twitch of anticipation.

"Who are the other three girls?" you ask Lorri, turning your gaze away from the buffet of teen flesh.

"The blonde in the black bikini is Deandre Gearhardt. Nice girl, but not the sharpest knife in the drawer. The redhead is Irina Petrova. She's Russian, some think her family is mobbed up. She's a little troublesome, but not as bad as others I could mention. She sometimes conveniently forgets how much English she can speak."

"And the black girl?" you ask with a nod at a very pretty girl with hair in cornrows and braids, her yellow bikini a startling contrast to her dark skin. Lorri gives an irritated shake of her head.

"Mikayla Barber. Scholarship girl. She's real smart, but she wants to be accepted by these rich white girls so bad she can taste it. At least this bunch seems to genuinely like her. She's had some problems with a few of the others. That Valerie bitch, for one."

You nod thoughtfully, admiring the girl's sleek black body, and her flashing smile as she banters with the other girls.

The six of them look delightful, and you can easily see why they raised so much money at their car wash last year. Any one of them would be a masturbatory fantasy, and taken as a group they're absolutely stunning, their bodies ripe and sleek and conjuring thoughts of hot young sex. You try to will your cock to calm down as you watch the girls start to wash your car.

Millie bends over the hood, pointing her round rump at you as she soaps the car, giving your immediate fantasies of taking her from behind as she squeals with excitement. Shaking your head to clear it, you glance around the spectators, seeing a few faces you recognise, both students and teachers. Monica Fulton watches the proceedings with a impish grin, while Christina Thorpe looks on with cool detachment. Brian Watts watches, his interest clear although he affects a look of casual observation. You note that Irina and Deandre flash him grins as they work, the redhead preening and flexing to show off her sleek body.

You see Grace watching, chatting with some other girls, and you remember that she's friends with Julia. She seems amused by the show, but you catch her giving you a smouldering glance and hope that she has the sense to do no more than that in public. Gabrielle Duplessis, the French girl who gave you the erotic cupcakes looks on with Gallic indifference as she stands with some other students. She too gives you a glance, although you note that she looks more frequently and with much more interest at Brian. No surprise, you tell yourself. He's half your age, and a very handsome man. Much more the stuff of a young girl's dreams than you would be.

"There we go," Lorri chuckles, and you turn your attention back to the car washing girls in time to see Julia tucking one of her fat tits back into her top. You get a quick flash of a stiff pink nipple as she giggles and adjusts her bikini. No doubt that's the kind of thing that adds a few dollars to the donations the girls get at the car wash.

You see that the girls have managed to get themselves almost as soapy and wet as your car, their ripe teen bodies glistening in the sun as they work. Your cock starts to stiffen again, and your mind drifts to Margot Childers, who should be waiting at your cottage for some biology tutoring.